by Pearl Tate
His merciless fingers play with my sensitive clit, making me pant as I tentatively bounce up and down. Only taking as much of him as I can, I relax into the stretched feeling blooming between my legs. The sheer bliss of all the sensations is the best thing I’ve ever experienced. I can feel every super rigid inch of him entering me. Combined with his talented fingers, I can tell I’ll be coming again soon.
I pick up my speed, working him inside me frantically. Taking him a little deeper each time, I sink my body lower and lower down. Moans fill the room as we both enjoy the friction our joining ignites between us.
Devlin groans again, making noises I’d worry were from pain but instead, it just heightens my arousal. without warning, my body tenses again, and I begin to shake. Crying out, I climax again hard. My internal muscles clamp around his thick member as I jerk violently above him from the force.
Arching below me, Devlin roars his own completion as he thrusts the last of himself deep inside me. His hands on my hips pull me towards him as his steel-hard cock plants deep inside me. His hips shake under me as twitching continues deep inside my body. As he continues to come, I collapse onto his broad chest.
Winded, I melt into his body as his hands move over my back, caressing me with his fingertips up my spine. Grabbing my hair in a fist, he holds the base of my head and pulls me up to meet his gaze before his lips crash down on mine. Thrusting his tongue in my mouth, my muscles squeeze him as he continues to twitch and jerk inside me.
As our kiss ends, our eyes meet. He’s absolutely gorgeous in the aftermath of sex. Smiling at me, his hand slides from my hip to cup my butt gently. “Perfect, Jenny. That was so perfect. Just like you.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- Devlin
I’m incredibly thankful for the beautiful female in my arms. She’s so unique and exquisite. For a brief moment, I was afraid having her on top during sex would bring back bad memories. But once she was there, I couldn’t ever picture anyone else.
The way her tight sheath slid down so slowly. It was tighter and wetter than anything I’ve experienced, making my balls pulse with need. Her wanton moans are music to my ears. I already want to hear them again.
“What time is it? Is it the middle of the night?” Jenny rolls off my body, laying splayed next to me. I can relate. She’s drained me but I love this relaxed aftermath.
“It’s early morning. How do you feel? Are you refreshed?” Rolling towards her, I prop my head up on my hand, resting my elbow by her face. Her eyes are closed but as I shift, she smiles at me softly.
“Well, I’m rested. I don’t think I can fall back asleep. I’m just a little breathless.” I rest my hand lightly on her chest and she clutches it tightly in both hands.
“I have something I want to show you. Are you up to it?”
“What is it?” She turns and mimics my posture, laying her head in her hand. She’s so cute and small next to me.
Tugging her closer, I can’t help tease. “It’s a surprise. It won’t be a surprise if I tell you, right?”
She smiles, tilting up to give me a peck on the lips before flipping away. “I better get cleaned up then. I’m hungry too.” She stops and turns at the entrance to the cleaning facility. Throwing her hand up on the door frame she perches her other hand on her hip. “Do you want to join me?”
As if she needs to ask. I’ll never turn down an offer to see her wet and naked.
She walks into the facility and turns on the water. I follow her in to make out a contented sigh escape her lips as the heated water runs over her body. When she reaches for the soap, I step in with her.
She laughs, backing up to make room for me. “Has anyone ever told you that you take up a lot of room?”
I grin at her teasing. She obviously doesn’t mind as she rubs her nipples against me after soaping them up. “Everyone. If you turn, I’ll wash your hair.”
Jenny immediately swivels to allow me access. I take my time. Slowly, I work the lather in and feather it through all the lengths as her head tilts back on my chest. She moans as I rub her scalp gently before turning around for me to rinse her. “Touching you makes me want you again. Even just your hair and head like this is so stimulating.”
I press my hard cock against her stomach as she pulls herself out of the water and presses her face on my chest. Rubbing against her wet, warm body only makes my cock throb harder. It doesn’t seem to matter what we do together. Or whether we’ve already come together.
She grins as she pulls back, swiveling her body side to side, only encouraging him. “You could let me pick you up and I could fuck you against the wall here?”
“I have a better idea.” She reaches for the soap before demanding, “Lean back against the wall for me.”
I’m a little disappointed but back up as she asks. Spreading the soap onto her hands, she starts at my shoulders. Her small hands work their way down my body, scrubbing and rubbing. My cock bobs between us, excited by this simple chore.
When she reaches my nipples, I can’t help the moan she pulls from me. I never realized how arousing that could be but it seems she can make anything feel extra special.
Her hands trace down my stomach to my hips before curling around my shaft. The muscles tense in my abdomen as she tugs me under the spray. Slowly she rubs my length, rinsing the soap and at the same time gently exploring me.
Kissing my chest, she begins to nip me lightly, running her lips and teeth over my muscles. I stiffen as she lowers herself to her knees.
“Relax.” My legs tense more as her breath feathers over my hard length, she still grips in her hand. “I want you to enjoy this.” I don’t have a response. I’m at a loss for words as I hold my breath and she inches her face closer to me.
She glances up to look at me and I exhale sharply, watching her closely. Her tongue snakes out and licks her lips as she pulls the tip of my rigid shaft towards her to lick it next. Pleasure explodes through my body and I snap my eyes closed. Trying not to move. Trying not to jerk.
I feel her little tongue again and I can’t help opening my eyes to watch her lick up the length to the crown. Her eyes close as if savoring the taste.
I touch her cheek and her eyes snap open. “Yummy!” Before I realize what she intends, she opens her mouth and encircles the entire tip between her lips. The suction. Her tongue swirling around. I’m instantly ready to explode.
She begins to lick and suck on me as she tightens the seal around me even more. I freeze, trying to control myself. I’m enthralled with how she looks. Like an angel.
She moans, still working my length deeper until I reach the back of her mouth. The slow, steady rhythm of going up and down, both her mouth and hand has me hypnotized. The strangled moans I can’t hold back just urge her on.
If she doesn’t stop, I’ll spill in her mouth. Putting both my hands on her face, I try to let her know. “I’m going to come again. It’s so good, Jenny… so good.” She answers me by speeding up. Looking up at me, our gazes lock.
Come pulses as she pulls back and instead of releasing me, she sucks me in again and again. Pulling everything from me. It’s amazing.
When she finally releases me from her mouth, I help her to her feet and pull her into me, hugging her tightly. “Is that how it feels when I lick you? Paralyzing?”
She laughs. “Yep! Exactly.”
“Thank you, Jenny. That was so incredible. We might have to do that regularly.” I watch her closely as I run my hands over her body, rubbing and caressing her.
“Definitely. Was that really the first time for you to come like that?” She looks surprised and hesitant at asking.
“Definitely. But I’m happy to learn it’s not my last.” She laughs and agrees.
Selas was right. I’m the luckiest male after all.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- Jenny
“Have you been down to check out Carten’s paintings?”
Rachel nods her head no since her mouth is full. We’re eating at my p
lace. Going out isn’t really an option. At least not on our own. But Devlin and Amari always try to leave us for errands at the same time so we can visit.
“It’s incredible.” I hesitate, trying to figure out how to explain his genius. “He creates his own smooth surface by putting a thin layer of a plaster over the rock walls. But on some walls, he’s used the texture to build into the paintings. It gives depth. It reminds me of sidewalk art. With illusions. You know what I’m talking about?”
“Totally.” She waves her hand at the two canvases I have paintings on right now. Although canvas is a really loose term. They look like canvas, same texture but the material itself is more like a plastic. I don’t believe it is though since I asked and everything we use is compostable. So are the paints. “He’s the one that helped set you up with all this art stuff?”
“Yes. He stopped by late yesterday and brought over more colors. He mixes all his own.” Devlin is such a sweetheart putting up with the mess I have constantly going in the kitchen. Paints, brushes, dirty bowls, and plates. Even with all the years of good housewife training I received at home, I can’t seem to help the mess. I get sucked into whatever I’m creating.
“Well, I’m guessing you’re looking forward to going outside as much as I am. This whole ‘stuck in the house aspect’ of our life right now is making me stir crazy. I need to stretch my legs and see something new. You could find some new tree or flower to paint. I can’t wait until they finish sorting out this party.”
“End of the week, right?” All the men had decided that they needed to get “invites” out to everyone outside the dome too. That’s what is taking more time. But Selas felt it would be best to get it all done at once. Everyone will be brought up to speed on what’s happening with the prison change and with the human mates. “Any doubts? With your feelings or interpretations of intentions?”
“No.” Leaning forward, she drops her voice even though we are the only ones in the house at the moment. “In fact, it’s strange because now I can sense the negative intentions without even needing to see anyone.”
I don’t get it? “What do you mean?”
“So, I know you’re doing the daily reflections with Devlin, right?”
Shrugging, I smile. “Yeah, but I call it praying together.”
“Well, I call it meditating.” We both snicker. It doesn’t matter what you call it or how you do it. They don’t have a Jesus Christ around here. Their religion isn’t anything like Southern Bible Baptist I was raised in. But that doesn’t mean I don’t believe in God any longer. The opposite actually. Us being here with our perfect mates means there’s something greater than us out there.
“So, when I meditate with Amari, especially in the morning, it’s like I can detect the hateful minds in the space outside myself. That sounds fucked up, doesn’t it?”
“It does sound weird,” I admit.
“They are like sparks of a fire, prickling me. And as I meditate, they ignite and get hotter. It’s the same sensation I get when I physically see someone and realize--you know?”
I don’t, but I nod. It doesn’t matter if I understand because I definitely believe and trust her. Rachel’s gift was spot on with the guard outside my place when Mahku took me. He had personal belonging at the hideout Mahku dragged me to. After that was shown to him, he finally admitted that he was one of their group.
It’s scary to suspect there are more of those freaks around. We eat in silence, both in our own thoughts.
“I think it’s worth it.” Her whisper has me looking up as she leans in close. We’ve learned the hard way that their hearing is much better than ours! And we have guards outside the doors when we’re left alone. “It hasn’t been long yet but imagine if your cystic fibrosis goes away!”
She’s putting into words, what I barely dare to hope. But I pray for it. “I know.”
Grabbing her free hand, I squeeze it lightly. “Look how the Lord has taken care of us so far. Loving husbands… and once this ‘gathering’ is over with and the Discovery is back, Devlin agreed to a marriage ceremony.”
Rachel screeches and runs around the table to hug me. Her enthusiasm is infectious as I hop up and meet her with open arms. With friends here, everything is perfect.
About Pearl Tate
I’m super excited to be spreading my wings and sharing what I enjoy!
I’m happily married to the love of my life and working on being the best mom possible to our great children.
I love all kinds of stories but there is a special place in my heart for all forms of romance. The good, the bad and yes, even the ugly. When I write, I get to make sure there is always a happily ever after and that is the best part of all!
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